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Bliss


Curiosity can, and will get you into trouble, 

Yet mostly it only gets you hurt.

Curiosity shatters your ignorance bubble, 

And makes you want to revert.

 

All you think is "I want to Know" 

However you don't think about how it would feel.

If you actually did find out though

That is how curiosity is a sick deal.

 

Curiosity makes you think differently. 

After you've found out the truth

It changes everything instantly.

Then afterwards you no longer wish to sleuth.

 

The new information eats away at your mind.

Causes you to self-hate

To the truth you can no longer be blind

Your soul will start to deflate.

 

Its true what they say

"Ignorance is bliss"

Would you rather suffice that hunger, and see the world as gray

Or see the colors and forget to reminisce?

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